Emily Dickinson Poem

Upon Concluded Lives

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Upon Concluded Lives
There’s nothing cooler falls—
Than Life’s sweet Calculations—
The mixing Bells and Palls—

Make Lacerating Tune—
To Ears the Dying Side—
‘Tis Coronal—and Funeral—
Saluting—in the Road—

Victory comes late,
Unto my Books—so good to turn

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